An enthusiast’s view of America’s Original Seaside Resort… by Meghan Kunz
Some of the best experiences I’ve had in Cape May are the ones that were unplanned. I often have my staunch bullet-point list of places that I must visit and foods that I must relish, but my husband and my mother often force my hand to try something different. It’s not because I can’t break free of routine; rather it’s usually because I have limited time and need to pack every possible memorable flavor, scent, sight and sound in before I take the slow crawl back home.
Two weeks ago, I was actually the one to suggest checking out a new place (new for us) to my husband, Andy. We walked (cheap/easy/no parking ticket) to the West End Garage at 484 West Perry Street. I’ve patronized this eclectic and unique menagerie of art, antiques, home furnishings, vintage finds, clothing, and yummy treats a couple of times but it was a first for Andy. Upon entering, you immediately notice how it’s laid out – as a well-organized maze of wondrous finds. It’s an artists’ cooperative gallery, so you may purchase five items from five different vendors all at one location. The items are all of superior quality: special souvenirs, incredible gifts, one-of-a-kind decorative wares. I was so pleased to stumble upon a floral print children’s chaise lounge for none other than my deaf chihuahua, Betsy. The chair is a shrunken version of a true chaise lounge, and it was $20. I can’t find a dog bed for $20 so this was a huge retail victory! It also helps that Betsy, being the chubby nightmare that she is, fell in love with it. Reviewing the receipt, you can tell that we are impulse buyers: chocolate chip biscotti, Marley & Me, petite pocket lint roller, hand-painted inspirational sign, child’s chaise lounge. I walked out dizzy with happiness over the pleasing displays of treats. West End Garage is now on my rotation of must-sees.
As I staggered down the street, wilting from the heat, I reminisced about how I missed Bath Time’s previous location across from Swain’s Hardware until I saw its replacement: it was like an oasis in the desert (okay, it was just very hot Fourth of July weekend). I’m talking about Miss Demeanor at 223 Jackson Street. First of all, let me just say I love the name, paired with the silhouette of a girl carrying a shopping bag in one hand, the scales of justice in the other on their sign. An engaging mother-and-daughter duo introduced this chic new boutique (which also offers men’s tees!). I was hooked. They feature unique clothing and accessories which are striking and classic with a modern twist (the pricing also helps!).
Until next week…